Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world's more full of weeping than yee can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glossesThe dim grey sands with lightFar off by furthest rossesWe foot it all the night,Weaving olden dancesMingling hands anf mingling glancesTill the moon has taken flight;To and fro we leapAnd chase the frothy bubbles,While the world is full of troublesAnd is anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human childTo the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand,For the world is more full of weeping than yee can understand

Where the wandering water gushesFrom th ehills above Glen-Car,In pools amoung the rushesThat scarce could bathe a star,We seek the sumblering troutAnd wispering in their earsGive them unquiet dreams;Leaning softly outFrom ferns that drop their tearsOver the young streams.

Come Away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in handFor the worlds more full of weeping than yee can understand

Away with us he's going ,The solemn-eyed:He'll hear no more the lowingOf the calves on the warm hillsideOr the kettle on the hobSing peace into his breast,Or see the brown mice bobRound and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child,To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in handForm a world more full of weeping than he can understand